Wind of the Great Spirit come
and blow accross my soul
like smoke from fire circles extinguished long agoSting my eyes to remind me
of the bitter tears that fell
along the trail of suffering
my people knew so wellTake me back to the place were buffalo once roamed
where a people strong and proud
were forced to make their homeHelp me to learn the ways of the old ones
Help me understand
the wisdom that they offer
as I reach out and take their handsHelp me to remember though my skin is pale and white
the heart that beats within me
is still precious in their sightThis body is a covering that I will someday shed
and the heart that beats within me is of one who's skin
is red